Excuse Me, I Quit!

Am I Cute?

Evan

I drove her back to our neighborhood and parked the car. She wasn't crying anymore, but she had a grim expression on her face. The whole thing must've upset her deeply. I wished I had beaten that loser's a*s.

"You didn't have to scare him like that," she said quietly after a while.

"What, are you still worried about that bastard? Forget about him. He is an asshole for picking some rando chick over you," I said irritably.

"I don't blame him. Megan is a lot prettier than me, and she doesn't look like a dork with glasses," she said and looked away.

"Megan is a bimbo," I said matter of factly.

"You don't even know what she looks like! She is really pretty," she said.

"Are you trying to date Brent or Megan?" I smirked.

"Neither," she sighed. "I don't want to date Brent anymore," she whispered. "Or anyone else. I'm done with boys for now."

I felt relieved. It would be hard to have her as my errand girl if she had a boyfriend always hanging around her. I needed her all to myself.

"What do you care anyway? You only let me come near you because I do chores for you," she pouted.

I reached over and took off her glasses to stare into those beautiful hazel eyes. Yeah, what do I care anyway? It wasn't like we were friends.

But I guess we were kind of friends? We were always together at school.

"Yeah, you are right about that," I said anyway. I looked at her closely. She was wearing the dress I gave her. It hugged her body perfectly and was slightly snug on the chest. I knew what would look good on her since I saw her a million times a week. She had her messy curly hair piled up into a bun. But because of those glasses, her face looked even smaller and rounder.

Adorable.... the word came into my mind.

"You look good in that dress. See, I told you!" I smirked.

"I do?" she looked at me with surprise. "You are just saying that to make me feel better," she said quietly and looked away.

"Do I look the kind of person who goes around complimenting chicks? I don't just say s**t for no reason, okay? If I said, you look good. then you look pretty damn good!" I said irritably. "And I don't give a f**k about how you feel, little hamster," I announced.

"If I look so good, why did Brent reject me?"

I sighed. This girl had some serious self-esteem issues.

"His opinion doesn't count. He is fugly," I said nonchalantly.

Annie gave me a puzzled look. "He is what?"

"Fugly. f*****g plus ugly, and that equals fugly," I explain to her.

Annie giggled. "That's so dumb!"

I shrugged.

"Why did you tell Brent I was cute and sweet?" she looked at me curiously.

"I was just throwing random words at him. I don't think you are cute at all with your dorkass giant glasses. Now stop asking me questions," I said.

"Okay, okay, sorry," she said and smiled again. I wished she had smiled more.

Wait...what am I thinking? Who cares if she smiles or not? She means nothing to me. So right now, she needs to stop smiling so sweetly and get out of my sight because it was giving me weird feelings in my stomach.

"So you don't think I'm cute at all?" Annie looked at me innocently.

Okay, now she is bugging me. I cleared my throat. "Alright, you're kind of cute, in a dorky way. Are you happy now?"

Annie's smile got wider.

"What are you smiling about now? Get the f**k out of my car and go back to bed. I am taking you to school in the morning," I barked my orders. "And finish my English homework or I'll..." she didn't let me finish and opened the car door abruptly.

She covered her smile with her hand and ran back inside the house. I am glad it's too dark outside for her to see my face because I was smiling too.